Her room is now empty, no longer here
The mother I love and hold so dear
She has moved out, into private care home
In this big empty house I now live alone
In her vacant bedroom there is a Jewelry box
On the table are her old winter socks
I open the box and take a peek inside
Trinkets and bracelets fill me with pride
Inside the box I find letters from her past
From dad saying our love will always last
Written in the 1940s he spent many years at sea
He fought for his country in the Merchant navy
So personal she kept them all these years
Her whole life in this box brings me near to tears
Her memories may be gone in Dementia she is lost
I will forever treasure her life in this Jewelry box
David Swinden © 13/2/2017
I love you Mum forever
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
Her room is now empty, no longer here
The mother I love and hold so dear
She has moved out, into private care home
In this big empty house I now live alone
In her vacant bedroom there is a Jewelry box
On the table are her old winter socks
I open the box and take a peek inside
Trinkets and bracelets fill me with pride
Inside the box I find letters from her past
From dad saying our love will always last
Written in the 1940s he spent many years at sea
He fought for his country in the Merchant navy
So personal she kept them all these years
Her whole life in this box brings me near to tears
Her memories may be gone in Dementia she is lost
I will forever treasure her life in this Jewelry box
David Swinden © 13/2/2017
I love you Mum forever
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